In just two or three hours, he had absorbed every last wisp of Dragon Aura.
When he opened his eyes again, Divine Light burst from them like a flash of cold lightning.
His spirit and energy were fully restored. Tang Changsheng's Yin Spirit had not only recovered completely; it seemed a little stronger, too.
Tang Changsheng smiled with satisfaction and murmured, "This Method of cultivation is rather like forging iron..."
Within the Astral Wind, he was like a red-hot ingot under the hammer, its impurities beaten out until crude iron became fine steel...
But without substantial financial resources to support it, this was no game he could play.
Fortunately, Tang Changsheng could draw on the Great Chu Dragon Aura...
In fact, Tang Changsheng could have used Sky Silver Wishfire instead.
Unfortunately, white Sky Silver Wishfire had long since become inadequate for him, while his supply of Red Sky Silver was nowhere near enough.
At daybreak, Tang Changsheng slowly emerged from the Quiet Room where he had been cultivating in seclusion and stepped onto the balcony of the Hemp Mountain Governor's residence.
The view was magnificent. The sky gradually brightened. The rising sun had left the Sea behind, its golden outline reflected on the water, while the sun itself climbed steadily like a great ball of fire.
Fan Wan'er was on the balcony, apparently watching the sunrise. Tang Changsheng made his footsteps heavier, alerting her at once. She turned. "Mr. Tang, are you here to watch the sunrise too?"
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. "How are your preparations coming along? When can we make our move?"
Fan Wan'er smiled. "Mr. Tang, would you like to see Dragon Fang's special operations squad?"
Tang Changsheng grumbled inwardly. *Of all the names they could have chosen, they picked Dragon Fang? How tacky. The Son of